the grey in your eyes

tumbling emotions feel grand
open arms to battles and striped targets
on each palm
what is the problem dear?
it’s not enough to breathe
the breadth of emotions tastes too good
open arms to the wars
sword in each arm
it feels grand to feel the blows
a joy towards death’s altar

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